Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(42)

“Is that what you want?” I asked, my lips grazing hers, and my tongue traced along her pouty bottom lip like I’d been dying to do for weeks.

“I don’t think it would hurt anything.” She shocked the shit out of me by nipping at my tongue as it teased her lips.

I completely lost all control. My mouth was on hers.

Hungry.

Needy.

Desperate.

Like my life depended on it.

My hand gripped the side of her neck, tipping her head back and taking the kiss deeper, our tongues dueling for control.

She groaned into my mouth, and the next thing I knew, she was pushing me back and climbing onto my lap, straddling me.

She wanted control.

Too fucking bad.

You didn’t always get what you wanted.

I gripped her hips with both of my hands, setting the pace and grinding her up against my throbbing cock as my tongue teased and taunted her sweet mouth.

We were both panting.

Moaning.

Groaning.

And I didn’t fucking care.

We continued like this for what felt like hours, but, in reality, it was probably more like ten minutes.

Our heavy panting filled the car as she rocked against me faster and faster.

“Oh my god,” she whispered against my mouth, and I knew she was close.

My fingers dug into her hips, knowing just what she needed. Her fingers tugged at my hair, and her head fell back. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes were closed, long waves swaying behind her as she bucked against me with need. I thrust up several times, and my mouth came down on her neck as I licked a trail down to her collarbone and back up again.

“Come for me, Minx,” I whispered against her skin, and her body convulsed against me, and she cried out my name as she rode out every last bit of pleasure.

Fuck me.

If I never kissed another woman again, I’d die a happy man.

That was the hottest fucking make-out session I’d ever experienced in my life.

Unfortunately, she worked for me.

She also hated me.

And the feeling was mutual most days.

This was a recipe for disaster.

She’d want more, and that wasn’t something I could give her.

I didn’t do relationships.

I wasn’t that guy.

What the fuck had I just done?

She sat forward, dark brown eyes sated as they took me in. “Wow. Well, that was—interesting.”

I chuckled. Even in my complete state of panic, the girl could still make me laugh.

“It was sexy as fuck.”

Her gaze searched mine. It started out somewhat curious, and then it turned into a glare. “Oh my god. You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

She hustled off my lap and moved to sit beside me just as we pulled up in front of our building.

“I’m not freaking out. I just realized that we didn’t really discuss things, and I don’t want it to be awkward at the office.”

She whipped around to face me. “You are such a dick sometimes.”

“Why am I a dick?” I asked, as she got out of the car before it even came to a full stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said, reaching for her arm, but she was already on the move.

Gallan came running around the car to help, but she was already storming toward the building, and she shouted over her shoulder to him. “Thanks for the ride, Gallan.”

I shook my head and jogged after her to catch up. But she was fucking fast, and she was already stepping onto the elevator when I reached her, and I slipped in just before the doors closed. “Why are you acting like a lunatic?”

“I’m not the lunatic. That title belongs to you.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and I had the sudden urge to kiss her salty mouth again. “You know what, Wolf?”

“Do tell. I’m sure there’s a valuable life lesson coming my way.”

“You’re such a pompous ass. You immediately assume that I want something with you—because what? You gave me an orgasm? You aren’t the first nor the last, so don’t get a big head. Have you forgotten that I can’t stand you? So, thanks for the moment of pleasure, seeing as I haven’t even been able to have sex in forever because working with you has me irritated every second of the day. You’ve completely ruined my sex life. But if you think that means I want you—you are dearly mistaken.” She shouted her venomous words and then marched off the elevator when the doors opened.

“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

She whipped around, and my chest crashed into hers. “Why did you look so freaked out after? You should have been wanting to chase your own pleasure. But that wasn’t what I saw when I looked at you. You looked freaking terrified. And you call yourself a Navy SEAL? Yet you’re scared of a girl who’s half your size. You big, dumb, arrogant—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. You can’t stand me. You just like riding my dick in the back seat of the car, right?” I raised a brow. I knew it would piss her off, and I didn’t care. I liked getting a rise out of her. God knew she got a rise out of me. Literally and figuratively.

“Fuck you, Wolf.”

“I think you’d like to.” I smirked because I couldn’t help myself.

“In your dreams. And as far as your blue balls,” she said, slowly lowering her gaze to the enormous tent in my pants. “Sorry. Not sorry.”